I don't question anything further because you don't question people when they open up to you: you just listen. Or, you should.

Places are like smells - they can take you back anywhere.

Oliver thought there weren't many standards to being a human being. His philosophy was to take a person for what makes them smile, and then leave them the hell alone. People have awful lives all over and they still manage to be good to others. He believed all you should really be is kind - that's it.

Sometimes you have to stuff certain memories so far in your back pocket that you forget they exist. And nothing that happens will cause you to pull it out. It's the only way I can keep my head on straight.

Sometimes it's best not to examine someone's intentions, and just take them for the asshole they really are.

I hate labels, hate pronouns. They're so confining. They like some bird cage, y'know? Or prescription medicine. Some days I feel one ole way and some days another. Ain't that natural? Just call me they, them, whatever you need to make your ma happy.

Sometimes I think that my own company is more suitable for me than if I were around others. Because of the person that I am.